Another Terrace Morning
It must have been casual Friday yesterday, too.
An exceedingly facile editorial in the former fishwrap of record suggests that "Maybe if she'd [Meg Whitman] simply paid Diaz Santillan the $5,500 she owed her in the first place — the price of a mere 152 more votes — she would have won." Embarrassing.
It takes a government agency to document what we already have known for fifteen years: that our health care organizations all suck, but Aetna outperforms the others very slightly. "In the quality report card, Anthem Blue Cross, Blue Shield of California, Health Net Inc., UnitedHealthcare and Cigna Corp. received the lowest possible ratings — poor — for customer service. Aetna Inc. earned a slightly better rating of fair."
Do women make real, lasting friendships? Time Magazine wonders. The stigma has long been with us. There was a saying at the commercial bank I worked at: "If two men disagree on nineteen of twenty points, but agree on the twentieth, there will be a deal. If two women agree on nineteen of twenty points, but disagree on the twentieth, there will be a war over that point, and no deal." That kind of thinking alone led to stigmatizing and pigeonholing, and put businesswomen on the defensive.
Tom Christie is leaving the melting-away Culver City sugar cube that the LA Weekly has become. Christie brought some gravitas to the paper's arts and culture section. The way Drex Heikes' hires have worked out, I am not optimistic about the section's future.